VF Christmas Title: A VF Christmas Pairing: Asami x Akihito Rating: mildly NC-17 Spoilers: None Warnings: slightly silly, slightly sappy and romantic, but hey, it's Christmas Note: It's safe to say this isn't my best work, sorry, but I'm hopped up on cold medication of the homemade brand (tea with Calvados brandy wheeee, and orange juice (for vitamin C) with vodka (for coughs). Yesh, Merry Easter! Or something.... *snore*) [info]ayumi2 and [info]yumeko765 are somewhat responsible for inspiring this. Merry Christmas and / or Happy Holidays and / or at least have fun drinking over the weekend! :) He awoke where he'd fallen asleep, in front of the fire, toasty warm and snuggly, Asami's arms around him. His hair was tickling his nose and he pushed it back from his face with his pink paw. He blinked. His pink fuzzy paw. Attached to a pink fuzzy arm. He tried to sit up but Asami's arms were like a steel band around his waist. "Oi," he said with some force as he twisted to face his captor. "Asami. What the hell is this?" Asami finally woke up, the sleep in his eyes quickly replaced by laughter. Akihito wiggled and kicked his pink fuzzy legs that ended in furry pink bunny slippers. "You didn't." he said, looking down in disbelief. "You wouldn't." He felt on top of his head. "You did! Asami! Dammit! I knew something was wrong when you laughed like hell at A Christmas Story." Asami reached over his head toward the Christmas tree and snagged one of the gifts there. "I needed some new computer wallpaper." He handed the flat rectangular package to Akihito, who ripped it open. There was a picture of Akihito curled under the tree in his new bunny sleeper, a familiar little stuffed rabbit in his arms. He felt his face turn red. "Oops." "Oops indeed. You really shouldn't leave pictures like that lying around where the victim can see them." Asami had already pulled a cigarette from a pack that had been on the coffee table and was lighting up. "But I can see why mothers make their kids wear them. It so.... cute." Akihito tried to send evil thoughts from his eyes like laser beams, and was disappointed when Asami's ass failed to catch on fire. "It's especially cute when you glare at me, Angry Bunny-kun." Asami blew smoke toward him, his trademark smirk on his face. "I hate when you smoke! Those will kill you some day." "Changing the subject? Or are you really worried about me? How sweet." Asami's tone was playful, but Akihito noticed with some satisfaction that he stubbed the cigarette out. "Of course, I'll need to put something else in my mouth." And Akihito found himself on his back, one of Asami's hands holding his paws, one working at the snaps on the seat of his costume. The snaps...?? "Hey! Wait a minute. Asami, that's just wrong!" "Then it should be very, very fun, don't you think?" Asami murmured as he began nipping at Akihito through his fur, tugging at the zipper that ran down his belly, tickling his skin with soft touches as it was revealed. After a few minutes of this Akihito was forced to agree. Though he'd never admit it. But he did squirm a bit just to encourage the man. It must have worked because Angry Bunny-kun found himself face down, trussed and skinned of everything but his ears, tail and feet. Not to mention spitted and roasted, his juices flying everywhere. By the time Asami was done with him, Akihito felt like a fricassee of rabbit. Collapsing to the carpeting again, grateful his fur had at least protected him from rug burns, he groaned and rolled onto his side to stare at his lover, all 180-plus fully nude centimeters of him. The man was lounging beside him on the floor with a very self-satisfied expression on his face, licking his chops. "For some reason I'm really hungry," said the leftovers. "What's for dinner?" Asami chuckled and absentmindedly patted Akihito's ass. "Shouldn't you be saying you were stuffed?" Akihito swatted at him with his former tail, now a crushed and bedraggled bit of fuzz. Not surprising after the use it had been put to. Asami was evidently in a good mood because he didn't stop. "It must have been wabbit season." He stretched his hand out for his usual post-coital cigarette, then frowned and pulled it back. Akihito hid his smile. Asami tried to conceal it, but Akihito had learned what to watch for. "I love you, Asami." Asami started and glanced at him in surprise. That didn't bode well. He switched tactics. "Even if you are a furry." "A what?" "A furry. I never would have guessed." "What the hell's a furry?" "You know, someone who likes making out with people in animal costumes." "Once hardly constitutes?" "Birthday. Hamster." Asami stared at him aghast. "That doesn't count." "Does too. Furry." "Even if it counted, that's only two?" "The beach." "What about the beach?!" "I was wearing a costume there." "It wasn't an animal!" "Who knows?" Akihito asked, shrugging his shoulders. "It's hard to say what you were imagining while looking at it. But you sure grabbed me in a hurry." Asami looked completely flummoxed. Akihito grabbed his camera and took the shot, then sighed happily as Asami swore under his breath. "I've been waiting for that moment since we met. Finally, I got you speechless and confused. And you never saw it coming." "Of course not," Asami said in an indulgent tone. "Merry Christmas, Akihito." "What do you mean? You're not telling me you did that on purpose?" Asami shrugged, imitating Akihito. "Who knows? It's hard to say." "You!" Akihito pounced onto Asami's lap, latching onto his shoulders and shaking. "You tell the truth. Did you set that up?" "That depends. At what point did you start trying to catch me off guard?" "What do you mean?" "Was it before or after the 'I love you'?" Ah. That was Asami, cutting straight through to the heart of the matter. "It was after, of course. You know that." "I do. I like making sure you're staying honest." "And are you? Being honest?" Akihito swore the Mona Lisa was painted off an ancestor of Asami's. Those damned mysterious little smiles. But they were kind of sexy. "You got me," Asami admitted as his hold on him tightened, "And now I've got you, and you never saw it coming." Akihito leaned his head against Asami's shoulder so he could smile, suddenly shy. "It's OK, I think, because we've got each other now. I mean, I don't mind it so much. Really, I don't mind it at all." He lifted his head and looked Asami in the eyes, then pressed an innocent kiss on those wicked lips. And was surprised at receiving a rather innocent kiss back. He looked at his lover suspiciously. "I thought you hated sweets." "I'm always willing to make an exception for you." Akihito tugged the remains of the bunny suit off, tossing it aside. "Make one now," he whispered. "Make it sweet." Asami said nothing, but his hands softly caressed Akihito's back, slowly moving up it until his fingers finally threaded through Akihito's hair and pulled his head down into a slow kiss that stole his breath away. Touches along his skin were feather light and gentle, Asami's lips soft as they brushed along the sensitive spot under his ear. His fingers didn't pinch, but teased Akihito's nipples into erection. "Like this?" Asami asked softly, right before his rough tongue flicked gently across a hardened nub. Akihito answered wordlessly, arching his back and crying out in pleasure. He felt himself lifted by those muscular arms, the large head of Asami's erection rubbing itself against him, using the wetness from their previous encounter to slick itself up. It slipped inside his already stretched entry with a soft pop, and Akihito pushed his hips down instinctively. "Deeper, Asami..." "Slowly, Akihito. Slowly and sweetly. Cry out for me." And Asami began moving the two of them so the strokes were long and slow and steady, so the rhythm became all that Akihito felt, and all that mattered. He knew he was moaning in concert with it, but he didn't care; he just wanted it to never stop. But soon he ached for the tempo to increase. "Faster, Asami. Please..." "No. Make it last." Asami was breathing a little more harshly then normal. He held them to the same pace, the frustration and ache of it driving Akihito higher than he thought possible. His only consolation was that Asami seemed to be feeling it too. His eyes were closed, his face a study in concentration, but sweat was beading on his upper lip. Akihito pulled himself forward until he could stick the tip of his tongue out and lick the droplets away. The rhythm broke and stilled, and Asami's eyes flew open and they stared at each other, eye to eye, soul to soul. Akihito knew he'd never hear words of love from Asami's lips, but he also knew what he saw in those eyes, what Asami was so honestly letting him see. He gave the same back and smiled, letting Asami see his happiness, and watched stunned as he saw the ever-present control slip away. Their lips met violently, all good intentions tossed aside as they slammed their bodies together, nothing gentle about this any longer, but this time driven by a need to express their love. As Akihito felt himself slipping over the edge, his last coherent thought was 'This is the only way he knows how to say it.' He woke where he'd fallen asleep, on Asami's lap, toasty warm and snuggly. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of tobacco and looked at Asami in disgust. Except that Asami wasn't smoking, and the smell was coming from behind him. Turning, he saw the box of Dunhill's burning in the fireplace. He looked back around at Asami, who was as usual watching him. "Are you sure you want to...
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